Even on the eve of our wedding, Daniel was not ready to throw in the towel.He had gotten to Janice, a face from Kenny's past.Daniel's message hit me out of the blue.[Do you honestly think Kenny, a guy like him, didn't play the field while he had amnesia?]Janice had splashed photos all over the social media, snapshots from inside Kenny's place.Bed, bathtub, balcony, couch.However, she was solo in every shot, so the online crowd did not buy her story.Kenny was no ordinary guy, and Janice's little stunt was cut short when the authorities decided to have a chat with her.Daniel got his wrist slapped, too.The last time I saw him before the wedding, he was a drenched figure outside Gibson Mansion, pleading for one last meeting.I ran it by Kenny, who shrugged it off. "Go ahead, dear. Let him get it out of his system and quit his games.""You're not jealous?" I poked, trying to pinch his waist, but there was not an ounce to give.It was almost a problem, having a husband i
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